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Parents' Love
Steady labor mistaken for forever.
Parents’ love is not a monument. It is lunch, correction, the hug that arrives after the harm you cannot undo.
Unwavering is what children need to believe. Adults know it wavers — sleep-deprived, frightened, fierce anyway.
Guidance is not innocence. It is repetition you spend years trying to afford or forgive.
Nobody replaces that ledger. Some entries bruise. Some keep you vertical.
The lunchbox still closes with a click.
JV · Dark Heart Labs